I’ll Grind His Bones To Make My Bread!

“Fe, fi, fo, fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman;

Be he alive, or be he dead, I’ll grind his bones to make my bread.”

[h]e called out, for he could smell Jack, though he could not see him.

“Well,” said Jack, taking off his coat, “you may catch me if you like.” Then round the courtyard he ran with the giant after him. Across the drawbridge he darted, and after him lumbered the giant, but his weight was so great that crash went the bridge, and he fell in the moat and was drowned.

Jack The Giant Killer.

W. B. Conkey Company: New York. 1898.

“Fee, fi, fo, fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman!”

“Jack Defied Giant Thunderdell and Led Him Toward the Drawbridge.”
JACK THE GIANT-KILLER.
Mother Fairy-Tales.
Henry Altemus Company: Philadelphia. 1908.

“Fee, fi, fo, fum!

I smell the blood of an Englishman!

Be he alive or be he dead,

I’ll grind his bones to make me bread!”